The Return of Fred
by MysteriousMissSirius
Summary: Contrary to what everyone thought, Fred didn't die in the war. How will the Weasley family carry on after the war? Will Angelina still marry George?
1. The Battle of Hogwarts

**A/N: I don't want Fred to die! It can't happen. So I wrote this for people who felt the same way I did when reading the doomed chapter in the book :)**

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><p>Harry sighed and sat down on one of the many stairs of Hogwarts.<p>

Only seconds later, Ginny sat down next to him.

"Well done," she whispered in his ear.

Harry nodded dully.

"Ginny, I'm… I'm so sorry about Fred," he murmured.

Ginny felt tears streaming down her face again. Every time someone mentioned Fred's name, she started crying. She covered her face in her hands to hide her sobs.

Harry slung his arm around her and hugged her in comfort.

And that's how the Weasleys found them, hugging each other and both crying. Not one face, apart from George's, wasn't wetted by tears. George, on the other hand, looked rather as if he was in shock and he stared at the floor without seeing anything.

Mrs. Weasley pulled Harry and Ginny onto their feet. "Oh, Harry," she sighed and gave him a hug. She hadn't seen him after he had defeated Voldemort yet and she was glad that at least he survived the war. Her face, too, was covered in tears for Fred, though.

"Let's go home," she told her family. Mr. Weasley nodded; he was holding George upright by his shoulders.

There was nothing for them to do at Hogwarts anymore. Fred's body had never been found; it was probably blasted into pieces by the explosion and then covered in dust and gravel. It had took them a while to get George away from the place of the explosion. But when after half an hour of searching the only thing he'd found of Fred was a finger, he had accepted that his dear twin brother was indeed shredded into pieces.

Sobbing, the family apparated at the Burrow. All of them sank down in an armchair in the living room, apart from George.

He looked at his family and Harry, and for the first time tears began to well up in his eyes, as though it had just sank in that Fred wasn't with him. He turned away from his family, not because they weren't allowed to see his grief, but because they wouldn't understand it. They'd never lost a twin brother.

Shaking, he walked up the stairs towards his own room. He wanted to drown in tears by his own; he didn't want anyone to see it. Only Fred was allowed to see that.

The Weasley family didn't call him back. They followed him with their eyes until he disappeared out of their sight, their gazes full of pity. They knew they had no idea what he was going through now.

George stopped at the door of his room. It was strange to think that this room now only belonged to him, instead of him and Fred. _'Visitors, beware'_, they'd once carved in the door. Their mother had been fuming.

He opened the door but stopped dead before entering his room. There, on one of the two beds, sat Fred! George sighed: he was probably beginning to hallucinate. The Fred-hallucination looked up when he entered and smiled weakly. Then he drew his worried gaze back to his hand, where he had a finger missing.

"I splinched, Georgie. I splinched! It's never happened before!"

He looked up at Georges face again, only to notice the grave expression on the latter's face. And then he noticed the tears.

"George! What's happened? Did someone die?"

George, however, still couldn't speak again. He only looked thunderstruck at the Fred-hallucination. Why was his mind making it worse? Why was his mind making him go through this? He wished the Fred-hallucination would disappear. On the other hand, he didn't want the Fred-hallucination to disappear. He wanted him to stay forever.

Fred, meanwhile, got up from the bed and took George by the shoulders. He looked him solemnly in the eyes. "George, please tell me what happened," he pleaded.

By the touch of his twin brother, George couldn't hold it anymore. "You died," he whispered weeping to the hallucination, barely audible. He felt horrible for saying the words out loud, as if they were the ones who made it happen.

"Me?" Fred asked. "I didn't die, Georgie. Look at me, I didn't." But George shook his head. "You're just a hallucination of mine," he retorted. "You died in the explosion. I dug in the gravel for half an hour, Fred! You're dead. How could you? How could you leave me?"

Fred looked at his sobbing brother and pushed him down on his bed. Then, he lifted George's head while he sat down on his own and looked his brother in the eyes.

"George, listen to me. I'm not dead. At the moment of the explosion, I saw I was in the wrong place at the wrong moment. There was no time to run away or hide, so I disapparated to the first place I could think of – home. However, because I took the decision so quickly, I didn't concentrate hard enough and I splinched. I left my finger. It hurt so much I fainted right after I came here. I just woke up and was planning on going back to see if the war was still going on and whether I could help, when you came in. And as far as I can tell from your face, the war is over, and someone has died. But not me, George, not me."

George looked at his brother hopefully. "So you're not a hallucination?"

"I solemnly swear I'm not."

At that magical sentence, a smile began to light up Georges face and he embraced his brother.

"Never do that again to me, Freddie!" he said while tears stroked his face again. Tears of happiness, though.

"Never," Fred promised.


	2. I'm alive!

"Mum! Dad!"

Molly looked up at her son's shouting. She heard him rushing down the stairs. "What is it, George?" she called towards the doorpost.

Her son came in the living room and eyed the mourning family. "I'm not George. I'm Fred," he told his mother. "Really mum, can't you tell?"

Charlie was the only one who was able to speak through his sobs. "George, this is not the time to pull out that joke again," he said, while looking at his younger brother.

"It's not a joke, Charlie. He is Fred," said someone who entered the room. He went to stand next to Fred, and it was as if a mirror had been placed between them.

Various gasps were to be heard from the family.

Arthur was the one to recover first. "Fred? Is that really you?" he asked in a small voice.

"It can't be," said Percy. "That's impossible."

"Are we all starting to hallucinate, now?" Ginny asked.

"We aren't," Harry said. He'd seen people return from death before, and Fred certainly didn't look as if he just had. He didn't look as one of the beloved people Harry had brought back for a while with the Resurrection Stone. "He can't be dead. He looks way to solid for that."

"We found your finger," Bill objected. "You were blasted in pieces." But his eyes reflected that he wanted this to be true. As did the whole family gathered together in the small living room.

Fred showed them his hand, which had one finger missing. "I splinched when apparating here."

His words took a moment to sink in. Then, at once, everyone in the room got out of their chairs and ran towards Fred to pull him in a group hug. Only Harry remained in his seat; he didn't want to ruin the family's luck.

Sobs of joy were to be heard, together with shouts of Fred' name.

George, who didn't want to be crushed in the struggle, sat down next to Harry. Harry smiled at him; he couldn't find words to express how glad he was for him.

For a second, Harry even felt the hope that Remus and Tonks could be still alive too, but the hope quickly disappeared. Remus had come back with the Resurrection Stone. If he hadn't been dead, that wouldn't have been possible.

Suddenly, Molly pulled out of the group hug.

"Fred Weasley, how dare you to leave us in distress and not show yourself immediately!"

"I fainted, mum," he objected. "I just recovered when George came into our room."

This, of course, worried Molly. "Let me see your hand! If you fainted, then it must be grave. Give me your hand! Now!"

Fred reluctantly held his hand out to her.

"Your other hand, Fred. Honestly, will you never change?"

Grinning, Fred held out his other hand. His mother examined it intently. "I think I can fix this," she said. "Arthur, go back to Hogwarts and find Fred's finger. I can't believe we left it."

"Don't worry, mum," George said, "I – I took it." He reached in his pocket to reveal a finger.

"Bloody hell," Ron exclaimed. "Put that away!"

"Hey, Ickle Ronniekins, that's my finger you're insulting!"

"It would be fair if you wouldn't get it back," George said smiling, while pointing at his missing ear.

"Sorry, Georgie, I love my dear finger to much for that."

Then, Molly took both Fred and his finger and left for the kitchen, leaving the rest of the family in their joy. Harry tried to catch Ginny's eye, but couldn't seem to find her anywhere. She must have left in the fuss about Fred.

Frowning, to see if she were alright, he followed her upstairs.


	3. Moving on

Gently, Harry knocked upon the door of Ginny's bedroom. When she didn't answer, he opened the door.

Ginny was laying on her bed, her face covered in her pillow. Harry could see at the shaking of her back that she was crying.

Closing the door quietly behind him, he sat down on the bed next to her.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" he asked, while rubbing her back.

"It's just too much!" Ginny cried and Harry caught her in a big hug. "First, you're supposed to be death, and I nearly didn't survive that. Then you appear to be alive. And then the same thing happens with Fred. And of course I'm delighted that both of you are still alive, I wouldn't know what to do without the two of you, but… but I don't think I can take any more!"

"I'm sorry, Ginny. I never wanted to let you down. But a ruse was the only thing that would help to defeat Voldemort. But it's over now and I will never let you down again. I promise."

He stroked the ginger's hair and felt her shivering under his touch.

"Why didn't you contact me? Why did you leave me for more than six months without a trace whether you were still alive or not?"

"I couldn't, Ginny. You know I couldn't. If I would have given anyone the slightest hint of where I was, Voldemort would have caught me. But I would have contacted you if I could. Believe me, I would. So will you please forgive me?"

Ginny looked at him with wet eyes, before she nodded. Then she leaned forward to kiss him.

…

Fred re-entered the living room, holding out his hand proudly. "Ta-daa," he called, indicating his recovered finger.

George cheered. "Fred is whole again!"

"Yes indeed, holey George," Fred grinned.

"Now boys, I'd request that you all go up and take a shower. This war got all of you so dirty! Meanwhile I'll prepare dinner and then we'll have a feast to celebrate Fred's alive," Molly said.

"But mum," Fred objected, "I might drown in the shower! Are you sure you want me to –"

"Fred Weasley, that is _not_ funny! Go up and shower! Now!"

Chuckling, the twins followed their brothers and father upstairs.

…

Half an hour later, the whole Weasley family was gathered around the large kitchen table when Harry and Ginny walked in. Molly looked disapprovingly at Harry, for him having forgotten to shower, when her gaze lowered and she saw they were holding hands. A huge smile stretched up upon her face.

"Are you guys dating again?" George blurted. Ginny blushed and Harry nodded slightly.

"Oh, so now we have another thing to toast to," Arthur cheered.

Harry and Ginny quickly sat down on the two empty chairs.

But before they started eating or toasting, Molly cleared her throat. "Can I have your attention for a second? I would like to request a moment of silence for those who unfortunately didn't survive the war. For the people, like Remus, Tonks and many others, who had to leave this world long before their time."

During the moment of silence, every person that Harry had known and that had died during the Wizarding War crossed his mind, only to start with his parents. When everyone looked up again, tears were noticeable in almost everyone's eyes.

Then they toasted and started to eat. Minor talks started arose around the table.

"I can't believe I let you all down," said Percy, bowing his head.

"It's ok now, Percy. You came back at the right moment, son."

"Harry, what will happen with Teddy? You're his godfather, right?"

"Yes, I am, but I've heard that his grandmother Andromeda will take care of him."

"George, we still have to tell Angelina I'm still alive."

"We could pull a joke out of it, Fred."

"I'm in!"

"After dinner, I'm going to see if Fleur is at our home. I haven't seen her since the battle ended."

"Ron, did the three of you really ride a dragon? A blind one you say? Poor thing! In Romania we've once dealt with a blind one…"

When the feast was over, Arthur, Charlie and Percy disapparated back to Hogwarts to see if they could help anywhere. Harry and Ron went with them, for they wanted to see Hermione again. When they'd left for the Burrow, she'd said she wanted to see her parents again and restore their memories. Bill flooed to Shell Cottage to see Fleur and Ginny helped her mother with the dishes.

Fred and George remained in their seats.

"How are we going to prank Angie?"

"How about this…"

They bowed their heads together. George turned his only ear close to Fred's mouth and they started whispering.

Moments later, they left their seats chuckling.


	4. Angelina

Green flames lit up in the fireplace and seconds later, two wizards stepped out of it. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson looked up, surprised.

"Hello young men. Can we help you with anything?" Mr. Johnson said.

"We're looking for Angelina, actually," one of the two identical boys replied.

"She's up in her room. But I don't think this is the best time to visit her. She's… well, she was pretty shocked when she came home earlier."

"We know sir, we know," the other twin answered. "We came here to comfort her. Can we go up?"

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson looked at each other, and Mrs. Johnson nodded slightly to her husband. Then she looked back to the boys. "Her room is up the stairs, it's the first door on your right. I'm not sure if she's asleep by now, but I would like to ask you not to wake her in that case."

The boys nodded, thanked her and went upstairs.

They found Angelina's room quickly, for a plate on one of the doors said _Angie's room_. They could hear her sobbing inside, so they knocked silently.

"Come in," Angelina said after a few seconds of making sure she was able to speak.

Fred opened the door and walked in hesitantly, not sure what she would say to his appearance. Angelina obviously hadn't expected him. If she'd known someone else than her parents had knocked her door, she would have never let him in.

"George? What are you doing here?" she said, trying to wipe away her tears.

Fred sat down on the bed next to her, making sure his left ear was hidden in his hair. "I miss him so much, Angie," he said while hiding his face in his hands. "I thought you of all persons would understand." He looked at her with tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do."

She laid her head on his shoulder and started crying again. Fred too, couldn't hold back his tears; apparently the crying-charm George had casted on him outside her room had worked.

"If he could just come back…" Fred started.

"He won't, George, he'll never come back," Angelina retorted, sadness noticeable in her voice. "I would give up anything for him to come back, I would give up my best race broom, but there is no hope."

Fred started to cry inconsolably. Angelina rubbed his back slightly. Then he started to cough, and Angelina looked at him quite worried.

"Could you *cough* Angie, could you perhaps get me *cough* a glass of water?" he choked.

She jumped up from her bed and went downstairs. She herself could use some water now too, she felt like there were no tears left in her eyes.

But when she reached the living room, she stopped dead. A redheaded boy was sitting on one of the sofas, talking to her parents. But, it couldn't be. She'd just left him in her bedroom.

"George? Did you apparate down here?" she asked utterly confused.

Her parents looked up as they heard her voice. "Angie! Are you feeling a bit better? George here has just told us what has happened at Hogwarts. Why didn't you tell us you were heading towards a war, darling? You could have died!"

But Angelina didn't answer her parents' questions. "How can he have told you? He was up in my room all the time," she said while looking straight at George. He couldn't have been down here while being up in her room at the same time. It couldn't be, unless there was a clone of him walking around. And that was impossible. Unless… no, that was even more impossible.

"George here wasn't up in with you, dear. He came down as the other boy entered your room. He told us his brother could take care of you by his own. So we asked him why you were crying and he told us about the battle."

Angelina looked at her mother unbelievingly. "You say there were two -?"

"SURPRISE!" Fred and George yelled together, as Fred came running down the stairs.

Angelina turned around in shock. "Fred? But… but that's impossible! One can't come back from death."

"Unless he was never dead, Angie," Fred said while winking at her.

She looked at him incredulously for a few seconds, before she lunged herself at him and caught him in a big hug. "Fred, you're back!" she cried.

"You're not rid of me yet," Fred grinned.

"Fred, I hate you for tricking me like that! I can't believe I was actually crying for you on your own bloody shoulder!"

The twins laughed and Angelina kept hugging Fred. "Er, Angie," Fred started, "I know of course how much you love and adore me, but aren't there other ways to express it?" Angelina laughed and let go of him reluctantly. She still held one of his hands, though.

George felt a stitch in his stomach as he watched them. Never before had he envied his brother. But there was only one Angelina and there were two of them…

"Come on, Freddie," he said, trying to forget his thoughts, "we still need to tell Lee, Katie and Alicia."

"Right," Fred asked, as he dropped Angelina's hand. She pouted. "Are you going to leave me already? Can't I come?"

"Well, that's up to your parents, I guess," Fred said, eyeing her Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, who were still sitting on the couch.

"She can go," Mrs. Johnson replied. "Thank you for making her feel better. We owe you."

"_Mum_! You will never owe these two idiots anything!" Angelina said at the same moment as Fred said: "No thanks, miss. But Angelina, _you_ owe us your best race broom."

He winked and started to walk back to the fire place. His twin brother and Angelina followed suit, and they flooed to Lee's home.


	5. Time goes on

"Lee, you really need to practice on riding a broom, you know," Alicia teased.

Lee scowled. "It wasn't my fault. It's just the broom that didn't suit me. I've never ridden a Comet before. I'm more used to Cleansweeps."

"Oh Lee, you just can't stand three girls beating you in a game of Quidditch," Angelina teased.

"Yeah, you made us loose," Fred pouted. "I never want to be in your team again!"

Laughing, Fred, George, Lee, Angelina, Alicia and Katie entered the Burrow.

"Just find another player for next time, so I can comment again. That's more my job," Lee said and they all snickered.

"No, your perfect job would be to write descriptions of new brooms. Remember that game Harry first rode his Firebolt?" George said, and they all snickered.

It had been six days since the Battle of Hogwarts. Six days of attending funerals, recovering from the battle and spending loads of time at the Ministry to get things settled. Not to forget the many interviews Harry had to give, or the fans standing in lines at the door of the Burrow. Fortunately, there was still Molly, who'd sent them away, but they were still coming from everywhere.

When the six of them entered the kitchen, Molly was cooking. She turned around, to look at the girls and Lee. "Are the four of you staying for dinner?" she asked kindly.

They agreed, and Molly went to the stairs. "Ginny, come down and help me with dinner, now!" she shrieked.

"Mum, I'm busy!" Ginny yelled and Molly sighed.

"Busy doing what? I thought Harry was downstairs," Fred murmured in such a way only George and Lee could hear it, and they snickered.

"Ginny, I need your help here! We have guests tonight!" Molly yelled.

"Mum, I can't," Ginny shouted downstairs.

Then, Percy's head appeared over the banister. "Can you take it down a level, please? I'm working!"

At that point, Angelina decided to interrupt, before a real argument could arise. "I would like to help you, Mrs. Weasley," she said, and Katie and Alicia immediately agreed as well.

Molly looked at them gratefully. "That would be so nice of you. Thank you, girls. And call me Molly, please."

Fred and George noticed that they had to leave the kitchen immediately, before their mother could obligate them to help as well. They nudged Lee and started to back out of the kitchen. But their mother noticed them.

"You three, can't you help as well? You could slice the vegetables already," she said, shoving the chopping board towards them.

"Mum, you really don't want me to lose that finger again, do you?" Fred challenged, and under Molly's rage, they skipped out of the kitchen, leaving the girls behind.

When they passed the living room, they stopped for a second in surprise. Hermione was sitting on the couch, holding a baby. Harry and Ron were sitting on both sides of her, looking at the tiny child. Had they missed something, they wondered as they entered the living room.

"Hermione, what's going on?" Fred asked incredulously. The three of them looked up, and Fred, George and Lee could suddenly see the baby's hair – it was purple. That explained a lot.

"Oh, it's just Teddy," George said as Harry, Ron and Hermione gave them questioning looks.

"Do I really look like I'm having a baby already?" Hermione challenged.

"You really want us to answer that?" Fred asked and Hermione scowled.

"Fred, you're lucky I'm holding Teddy," she threatened.

"Ron, why are you looking at Hermione like that?" Lee asked, as Ron was staring at Hermione's face when she'd started about having babies.

"Nothing," he said quickly, and he left the room blushing.

Hermione's cheeks reddened as she realised what Ron must have been thinking. She gave Teddy to his godfather and went after Ron.

"So, Harry," George began, "what's going to happen to Teddy now?"

"He will grow up with his grandmother Andromeda. But he'll come over often." He sighed, "I feel so bad for him having no parents."

There was a moment of silence as they realised what he meant.

"We could be his parents, Harry," Fred suddenly said excited. "We would teach him all our tricks, and he could test out our newest products, and –"

"Okay, I see where this is going, and I'm going to assure you that this won't happen. You can raise your own kids like that, but you're not going to make a Marauder out of Teddy."

"But Harry, he's a Moonslet. He's meant to be," George pleaded.

"So? Because I am a 'Prongslet', does that mean I should prank everything and everyone on my way?"

Lee huffed. "You actually knew the Marauders, you've got their genes, you're bloody related to them and then you don't want to be like them? Honestly, Fred and George, why did you give him the Map?"

George laughed. "Come to think about it, we actually gave it back to its rightful owner."

At that moment, Ginny entered the living room. "Fred and George, I'm going to kill you. Both of you," she threatened, pointing at her hair. It was purple.

"What have you done with my hair shampoo, you idiots? Stupid jerks! You always with your pranks! I tried to fix it for a whole hour!" she shrieked.

"Hey, Gin, calm down," Fred tried to reassure her. "Look at it from the bright side, you match Teddy now."

And then, Fred, George and Lee skipped out the room before Ginny could actually kill them.


	6. The Letter

_(Six weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts)_

George went upstairs after dinner, up to his and Fred's room.

Recently, the famous Weasley twins had developed a magical lamp that would burn forever – unlike charmed candles that extinct after a while. One thing though – it still needed to be tested. So before dinner, he and Fred had lit one in their room, to see if it was still glowing when they came back.

It was still shining brightly, but George noticed a strange smell. Had they done something wrong? Quickly, George grabbed the floating lamp and examined it, but it looked as if there was nothing wrong with it.

But only seconds after he touched it, the lamp exploded in his hands. George yelled and threw it on his bed. We should have performed an anti-exploding charm on it, he thought.

Absentmindedly, he picked up the remainders of the lamp. It looked undamaged, apart from the switch that had loosened. It had fallen somewhere beneath Fred's bed.

George sat down on the floor and looked under the bed. The little switch was laying against the furthest wall, so he took his wand and muttered "Accio". As the tiny thing was drawn into his hand, he noticed something else. A folded piece of parchment was laying under the bed. Wondering what it could be, George summoned it as well.

_To my dear twin brother_, George read and he quickly opened it.

_Hello George,_

_(I hope you're the one to find this. Although that's most likely, since mum refuses to clean or so called 'piggery' anymore.)_

_If you're reading this, then I have died in the war. Otherwise I would have destroyed this letter. George, I hope at least you haven't died as well, we can't do that to mum. But I'm sorry for leaving you behind. I honestly would do anything to change it. But I hope we won at last. At least I haven't died for nothing._

_Actually, I have no idea why I'm writing you a letter in case I die. Nobody else is doing anything like this. Oh, while I was just writing that, I got a vision of our whole family, sitting at a table writing letters. Before we go to the war, we put them all in one box and if any of us died, we take his letter out and read it. A brilliant idea, even though I say it myself. (I really sound like Dumbledore now, don't you think?)_

_But back to the point. I'll watch over you from up there, Georgie. I promise. I'll make sure you continue our joke shop. You can't close it, now that I'm gone! If you do, I'll haunt you until the end of your days._

_I just hope you find a way to continue your life without me. You can, I'm sure about that. Find a girl (how about Angie?), get married, get kids, I don't know what else, but __live__!_

_I love you forever, George._

_Your dearest twin, Fred._

After he'd read it twice, George continued staring at the paper, trying to imagine what his life would be like if Fred did indeed die. It had come close, he thought. Fred nearly died that day.

He just couldn't imagine it, life without Fred. He was always the one to understand him completely. He could make him laugh with just one gaze. They were mostly thinking exactly the same, and when speaking they completed each other's sentences – they had even made a game out of that. The pranks they'd pulled, the Quidditch games, all those happy moments. And to just imagine that all of that would never happen again, it was impossible.

He thought about growing old without Fred. Not living in twin houses like they'd always said they would. Their kids not being able to play with each other, not able to pull pranks on them. George sighed, and a single tear fell on the parchment.

At that point, the door of their room opened. George looked up instantly and felt relief spreading through his veins as Fred entered. Although he knew Fred didn't die, thinking about it made him feel sad.

"Oh, Angie is such a cutie," Fred sighed, dropping on his bed. He stared at the ceiling dreamy for a minute, before he turned his gaze to his brother. "Don't you think?" he asked, but his voice trailed off as he noticed the parchment in George's hands and his brother's gaze.

"Oh, crap," he mouthed, slamming his hand against his face as he recognized his letter. "I'm sorry, George. I should have destroyed it like I said I would. I just threw it under my bed that day for you to find and I completely forgot about it afterwards."

"I know, Fred, it's okay. You only made me realise how lucky I am to still have you here."

Fred took out his wand to destroy the letter, but George held it back.

"Can I keep it? If you ever die – and I hope that won't happen for the coming 70 years – then I can read this again."

Fred hesitated a second and then he laughed. "Fine, keep it. But there's one thing I have to disagree on which I wrote. You can't have Angelina. I want her."

George chuckled. "This is the proof you gave her to me," he said, showing Fred the parchment.

"Perhaps we can both date her. She can't tell the difference anyway," Fred said, and they both laughed. But in fact, Angelina was one of the few people that could actually tell the difference between the twins.

"Why doesn't Angelina have a twin sister?" George sighed and Fred grinned.

Then, George picked up the lamp and told Fred it had exploded. They focused on their joke shop business again, and tried to fix it.

But halfway their work, George looked up.

"Oh Fred, before I forget to tell you," he said sincerely, "I love you too."


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